Belladonna Rwby Novels & Stories

**"Now watch your world *bloom*." Nessa kneels beside her, moss weaving through her hair like a crown. She won't meet my eyes. --- **The Fractured Pact** Ravel is the first to rise from the Verdant's garden. Her body is a grotesque fusion of warrior and rot-fungal armor plates her chest, her veins pulse with black sap, and her eyes are hollowed pits of green flame. She strides toward me, a sword of petrified wood clutched in her clawed hand.

I growl a flash of red consuming my vision as the taste of betrayal plays across my tongue. “I didn’t notice her chains,” Raven groans as she adjusts herself before pulling out the embedded needle within her muscle, “-he must have unlocked them earlier. I think they waited for the attack to break her out,” she looks up sincerely, “-it’s like they knew what was going to happen tonight. Ugh,” she groans deeply, breathing hard as she throws the emptied plastic tube onto the ground, “-I can’t believe that bitch jabbed me with wolfsbane,” she chuckles weakly. “She’s a dead girl walking,” my wolf seethes furiously along with me.

Sarin stood looked at himself before looking at Fallon and me, "Blair-Boo is that you or Belladonna?" "Does it sound like I'm anyone other than Blair-Boo. I'm so angry with you Sarin what the fuck is wrong with you!" "I can't die and because Belladonna saved you so I'm a walking corpse, Blair! I feel everything you do and I wash it away with all these drugs to feel numb and sleep so I don't have to feel you. I hear you when you're in the darkness. I cut out my heart once and all it did was grow right back."

It was Ryder Blackwood, the enigmatic alpha werewolf of Ravenwood, his expression unreadable as he studied her with intense scrutiny. Ryder Blackwood exuded an aura of raw power and controlled intensity. Standing tall at 6'4", his broad shoulders and muscular build hinted at the formidable strength that lay beneath his calm exterior. His chiseled features were framed by short, dark hair, often tousled as if he had just returned from a midnight run through the woods. Ryder's piercing blue eyes, reminiscent of a clear, icy winter sky, held a depth of emotion and secrets that few could fathom, making his expression perpetually unreadable.

' Roman asked as his eyes changed indicating that he was mind-linking someone. 'Yes,' Bella answered. Roman and Roy suddenly started mind-linking. I felt embarrassed watching the both of them mind linking in our presence. Their eyes clouded over as they mind linked. When they were through, Roman cleared his throat and asked Bella, 'How did wolf's bane get into April's bloodstream?'

I turned. It was too fast to react. Too loud to mistake. And someone screamed. But it wasn’t me. It wasn’t Matteo. It was— "Rue!" She staggered into view, blood blooming from her shoulder. She hit the ground hard, crawling toward us with a gun in one hand. "Bastard’s retreating!" she shouted, wincing. "But he won’t go far." I scrambled to her side, pulling her behind cover. "What the hell are you doing here?"

The baby cried, louder this time, but her cries seemed to carry a strange resonance, as if the very woods shuddered in response. The assassins closed in. I could hear their boots, their growls, their laughter. “Kill the brat first,” one hissed. “No!” My scream tore from my chest, raw and primal. The first blade slashed toward us and then, light erupted. Roses glowed, soft at first, then blinding. The pearl inside her flared, sending a pulse of power that knocked the assassin backward as though struck by an invisible hand. He hit a tree with a sickening crack.

' Valac boasts inside as I look towards her. The torch is rolling away from her, the fire casting a ghostly color to the scene in front of me. The little omega is on the floor, lying down. Eyes closed, chest rising just barely. I stared in silence, moments passing. Until Valac took over. My body moved to her fast, picking her up and shaking slightly. She was unresponsive.

Brandon appeared and with a demonic grin, he slammed his hand into Belinda's heart, ripping it out and killing her instantly. Riven watched himself roar out in pain and rage, and his eyes turned blood red, unleashing the beast within him. He jerked back to the present as he felt Layla's hand on his. He drew in a shuddering breathe and closed his eyes, gaining control over his body. His eyes were glowing golden pools, filled with pain, rage and anguish.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?